Not Your Name
Three delicate night faeries
Lighter than firefly dew
Flickering in the meadow
Beyond the ocean blue
Showing us the way
To secrets unknown to many
I heard one of them whisper
My name is Penny
Not your name! another cautioned her
That might turn mortals in the wrong direction
I smiled at Penny, the loose-lipped faerie.
Suddenly feeling a bit of joyful affection.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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